[Chorus]
I think I might go to Pluto (To Pluto)
I think I might go to space (To space)
My choppa' be kicking like judo
That shit hit you right in the face (The face)
You pretend you ain’t knew but you knew though
So we gon' put you in your place (In your place)
Hold up, just did the race (The race)
Fuck around you get erased (Erased)
I think I might go to Pluto (To Pluto)
I think I might go to space
My choppa' be kicking like judo (Like judo)
That shit hit you right in the face (The face)
You pretend you ain’t knew but you knew though
So we gon' put you in your place (In your place)
Hold up, just did the race (The race)
Fuck around you get erased
[Verse 1]
Zero gravity, I’m floating off of a bar
Up in outer space still whipping foreign cars
Lighting up the sky we shooting at the stars
And up on my wrist I got an Audemars
Smoking moonrocks ain’t smoking cigars
Like rockstars, smashing on guitars
Down to earth, know I’m sending my regards
You can’t come with us if you don’t play your cards
Look up in the night sky and you’ll see me
Hold up, why do all these people wanna be me
Never met you, but your girl wanna meet me
Whip a UFO, in the space coupe dreaming
Cold up here, so I’m still rocking beanies
Apollo 11, fuck a Lamborghini
Worked so hard I can’t give out freebies
Get to where we are, no it won’t be easy
[Bridge]
Used to hit licks in the trap
Moved another brick, another pack
Now I’m in space with the MAC
I ain’t never coming back
NASA gon’ give me a plaque
Cause we been whipping on the moon
Drive a motherfucking mars rover, yeah that shit motherfucking zoom
[Verse 2]
NASA on my Heron Preston
Got your bitch up in my section
Shooting opps a Smith and Wesson
Hit that bitch and disconnected
I know I been living reckless
I put diamonds on my necklace
I’m already on the next bitch
Check the next bitch off my checklist
Yeah
I got the diamonds on me
Still dancing no light is on me
Look like I just robbed the boutique
Up here it’s still zero degrees
Make money from rapping on beats
Can’t get here by sparking up trees
She got down, yeah right on her knees
Tried not to cause I ain’t no sleaze
But I still just got what I need (Uh huh)
Yeah, yeah
Working hard, yeah we don’t ever lay back (Lay back)
Get the bag, we gon' buy a new Maybach (New)
If you hold our shit for ransom we don’t pay that (No)
Shoutout brodie Lil Tecca he done made that (Tecca)
For the bros and the plug, we gon' pay back (Pay back)
Get the cheque, run it up, cause we made that (Made that)
I’m a rapper, but I sing, and they play that (Play that)
Damn right, still on key as I say that (Of course)
This is designer, but this song ain’t panda (It ain't)
We in the six, don’t got broads in Atlanta (We don't)
She bust it down, catch her at Caribana (Caribana)
We mix the drink in the Sprite or the Fanta (In the Fanta)
Open the bag take a flight to Havana (To Havana)
Up in the tropics we sip Tropicana (Tropicana)
Frames are expensive, I see through Gabbana (Gabbana)
If I blow up, I’ll give back like I’m santa
[Bridge]
They say I’m a white boy, they say I can’t rap
But ima still do it, I make this shit slap
They say I won’t make it, I told em thats cap
What are you doin? You ain’t making tracks
Alien shit, I stay on my own planet
I’m making art and this track is my canvas
I just arrived, the shuttle just landed
Three minutes down on this shit and I ran it
[Chorus]
I think I might go to Pluto (To Pluto)
I think I might go to space (To Space)
My choppa' be kicking like judo
That shit hit you right in the face (Yeah)
You pretend you ain’t knew but you knew though
So we gon' put you in your place (In your place)
Hold up, just did the race (The race)
Fuck around you get erased (Erased)
I think I might go to Pluto (To Pluto)
I think I might go to space (Whoo)
My choppa' be kicking like judo
That shit hit you right in the face (Yeah)
You pretend you ain’t knew but you knew though
So we gon' put you in your place (In your place)
Hold up, just did the race (The race)
Fuck around you get erased (Erased)